When Kojurou entered, the room was quiet except for the occasional snore from Masamune, a small lump under the covers beside Masamune. A couple more of the clear gems littered the floor, varying in size, but none bigger than the one Kojurou held, the smallest being the size of a marble. Minehime lay curled up beside Masamune, sleeping soundly, Masamune's hand nuzzled against her cheek - and a deep red stone the size of a walnut in his hand.